Timmy Turner Crush Novels & Stories

The question is a warning. The approval of the Sabatini’s adds another layer to him. Tony and Dominic were extremely selective of who they did business with. If they didn’t respect the person, it didn’t matter how much money could be made they didn’t deal with them. His question causes another blush, it’s embarrassing. I swear until someone mentioned them I never thought of the crush I developed, then died long ago. “You are…to both of them.” Menace vibrates from him. I shake my head. “It was a middle school crush thing. Tony’s old enough to be my grandfather or close, and Dominic would never…” I shrug defensively. “Okay, yes. I did wonder if maybe, but I grew out of it. They’re too…”

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

I shouted at the crowd. Edwin also panicked, trying to step forward to check. “Efim... your hand…” “Get away!” I shoved Edwin aside. My eyes were fierce. “Don’t touch him with your filthy hands!” Edwin froze. His face was twisted with guilt. “Peri, I know I messed up. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll get the best doctors to fix his hand... and his voice...” “Make it up?” I sneered coldly. “Edwin, some damage can never be undone. Do you think money can fix everything? Sorry, but the Sanders family doesn’t need your filthy cash.”

That day, she wore a pristine white ballet dress, and congratulatory posters were plastered all over campus. "Let's go home, Timothy. What are you staring at?" I patted the dazed Timothy beside me and followed his gaze straight to Lucy's award notice. "Oh? You like her? You have some good taste, it seems," I teased. "No, I don't," he muttered, but his burning red ears betrayed him. "Alright, alright, you don't," I replied casually, not thinking much of it. Who didn't have a crush during adolescence? That was perfectly normal, just like how I secretly admired Justin Cooper from the humanities class next door. He was the aloof, gentle academic ace who always ranked first in liberal arts.

and the name of someone who has a crush on him. Theo shook his head. Oh, Pula will surely fall again, Theo thought. Trinity ignored her brother's friends calling her. She was more confused by what Timothy said; she stole the first kiss from that man. He didn't know if his brother was joking, and even more so, he couldn't believe it. Why is he going insane at the age of four? That's why he doubts his brother. "You're joking, right?" It forced Timothy. Timothy knew Trinity wouldn't believe him. "It's true. "Why don't you check your album?" Timothy's suggestion.

Tasha sat in between Trucy and Tasha with Terren on Tessy's left hand and on Bruno's right hand while Bruno is on his twin's left hand and Bruce sat right to Trucy. "I pick T" Bruno said with a cheeky smile. Trucy laughed at him. "Stop showing us your teeth and tell us who your first crush is and did you get a chance with her" Trucy said and Bruno looked from one person to another. "Well my first crush was someone ten years older than I and when she found out that I was crushing on her, she stopped being friendly, and in the long run, my crush on her withered away. I still see her around and sometimes, I asked myself what had made me crush on her in the first place"

“He hates you because you’re a Verona. You’re your father’s son. He’s part of the Sinders clan. He hangs out here sometimes. We should see if we can find him, ask him if he has a cousin named Ella.” “Sure, so he can punch me in the face. No, thanks, Bart. I have an audition in a few days. For a movie--not a soap opera. I’d just as soon not have a black eye.” Bart chuckled. “I’ll just send Mark then.” “Ha! Mark Hutio hates Tim because once, when the three of us were on an audition, Tim told him it looked like his stage makeup had been painted on by a whore--or his mom--same difference. Mark almost decked him right there in the audition room.”

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.

"And what happens after this? You just dug up a hole you can't fill back up just cause of some silly crush?" "It's not a silly crush!" He thundered back, an angry vein popping at the corner of his head as he wore a crazed expression on his face. "What do you mean by silly crush?" Timi walked into the classroom with an angry expression cladding his face. "What do you mean by crush? You fucking like her?" I almost cried at the look of possessiveness that crossed his face. He looked like he wanted to punch Tunji in the face for even liking me. "Timi, look at me." I commanded his attention and he reluctantly let go of Tunji.